Hey antis! Guns makes us happy. Deal with it. OK, you already do. But not in a good way. May I respectfully recommend a trip to the gun rage – I mean range – to see why firearms trigger endorphins for tens of millions of Americans? Mind you, it’s not any one thing. For some, it’s the sublime satisfaction of hitting a target. For others . . .
it’s the sensual pleasure of feeling gunpowder ignite. Mind you, this firearms-related happiness isn’t restricted to the range. For me, gun happiness is the sound my heavy-ass 1911 snicking into my holster. It tells me I’m prepared (as best I can) to defend myself, my family, my friends and my community from the threat of death or grievous bodily harm.
Hey! What gives you warm fuzzies, gun-wise?
A warm gun.
Ninja’d…
….with a smoking suppressor.
I like reloading best. It feels as good as a scalp massage to me.
Yeah. Lately I found myself thinking ‘I need to go shooting to get some brass to reload’.
Warm weather, out on the motorcycle on the open road, and if I can ever afford a nice shoulder rig the 1911 will be right near my heart.
anything firearm related. working on them, talking about them, shooting them of course, buying stuff for guns or to be used during shooting, im not picky.
As strange as it may sound. I really enjoy cleaning and tuning my pistols. There is something so Zen about the experience. I enjoy shooting them too, but the cleaning process and the clockwork of it all is very relaxing to me. I even clean my friend’s guns from time to time.
OC – I wholeheartedly agree. The best part of our weekly trip to the range is coming home and laying out guns and cleaning. For me it’s all about smells and memories. Remembrances of those rare moments with my Dad and the smell of Hoppes No. 9. It is truly the most relaxing time for me and particularly so when with my sons or daughter.
That is almost the literal thought out of my brain. Something magical about that hoppes smell that jogs my mind to a happier time, its almost therapeutic.
Me, too – almost. I have the same memories from the smells and such, but that seems to have ended with my generation. My kids disappear as soon as we get back from the range, and don’t appear again until all the guns are clean. Go figga…
Sounds like some kids should get to stay home next time Dad goes to the range.
Agree 100% Chris.
Cleaning guns is almost as much fun as shooting them. There is indeed something Zen about the entire experience. Sitting in my “gun” room, a nice piece of craftsmanship laid out in front of me as i get to know every tiny part and recess. I enjoy cleaning guns so much that i used to always volunteer to help the armorer clean the weapons to get ready for inspections when i was in the Army.
The bang.
A federal court slapping down an anti-gun ordinance…
A civilian successfully defending themselves against a predator (of either two or four legged variety)
My ~100 yr old, 70 yr old, and 30 yr old firearms all function flawlessly and are likely to do so for many years to come.
Ripping off a full mag just to watch the brass rainbow arc in the sun.
Heaven!
Knowing how embarrassed the grabbers are by us, while they’re sitting around the coffee shop blogging with their little euro-metro friends. This year I would like to finish the job, and send them into a perpetual state of facepalm.
Having the possible opportunity repel SB941 in Oregon.
I copy & pasted this from my post here; http://www.thetruthaboutguns.com/2015/05/robert-farago/is-the-nra-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-second-amendment/
“…ACP_arms says:
May 12, 2015 at 22:11
SB941 in Oregon was signed and went affect immediately when sighed on the ground’s of the emergency clause.
Well i did a search for the definition of the clause and found
this (page 3)- http://www.oregon.gov/osp/sfm/docs/legglossary.pdf
“…emergency clause
A statement added to the end of a measure which causes the act to become effective before the accustomed date. An emergency clause either sets a specific date or is effective immediately, which means that the measure will take effect on the date of its signature into law. NOTE: emergency clauses may not be attached to bills which would raise revenue…”
So if the state get’s any money from the bill it (the state) can’t use the
emergency clause to enact it.
Will the state Oregon getting any money from the background check’s?
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Geoff PR says:
May 13, 2015 at 03:22
“Will the state Oregon getting any money from the background check’s?”
Very worth while to check out…
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Geoff PR says:
May 13, 2015 at 03:52
“Will the state Oregon getting any money from the background check’s?”
If the State Police is considered the state of Oregon THE ANSWER IS YES! 10 bucks…
“If you buy a gun from a licensed dealer in Oregon, a background check is performed by the Oregon State Police. At that time the make, model, caliber and serial number of the gun is recorded, along with all your personal information. In that sense, the gun has been “registered.” However, in private transfers, there is no such background check required, although you can conduct one voluntarily if you really think the State Police need your $10.00.”
http://www.oregonfirearms.org/faq
Hey, TTAG legal heads – Is this worth checking out?
“An emergency clause either sets a specific date or is effective immediately, which means that the measure will take effect on the date of its signature into law. NOTE: emergency clauses may not be attached to bills which would raise revenue…”
So if the state get’s any money from the bill it (the state) can’t use the
emergency clause to enact it.”
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ACP_arms says:
May 13, 2015 at 11:58
It appears the state police is the state.
It has a Oregon.gov website; http://www.oregon.gov/osp…”
Read my post from here in the comments
(As my first comment here is awaiting moderation); http://www.thetruthaboutguns.com/2015/05/robert-farago/is-the-nra-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-second-amendment/
Robert Farago, Please do a post/article of my and Geoff PR’s comments.
I’d like to know if i’m onto something to repel SB 941 at least temporally.
Crush your enemies. See them driven before you. And hear the lamentations of they’re women.
+1. Solid reference.
Indeed.
I just somehow had a feeling this would make its way here 🙂
Well it sure beats the hell out of the ‘open steppe, wind in my hair, falcon on my shoulder’ thing…
I know right… Why on earth would you take a creature, who puts no thought what so ever in to the placement of its poops… Then place said creature on your shoulder.
Boggles the mind.
The more I think about it, the more I feel sorry for that guy. Think of all the time, money, and aggravation he could save if he would just fly a kite and s#%& his pants.
their women.
Possessive adjectives. It’s a thing.
Okay. Let me begin my three-part apology by saying that I think you’re a wonderful human, with great potential.
Happiness is seeing a round hole where the X was on the target a half second ago.
Agreed. Especially when 3+ shots were fired.
I get the first one dead center, you’d better believe the rest are going over the top of the target!
Happiness is a belt-fed weapon.
I was about to say linking ammo for my 1919A4 is my new found happy thing to do.
Watching the round splash against steel and still having time to take off my headphones before the satisfying “CLANG” reaches my ears. Yeah. That’s the good stuff.
Is watching my 70 year old bolt action combat rifle print a two inch group (with irons and surplus ammo), when it previously wouldn’t hold a foot. All the work that went into it, the anticipation to see if it was enough, the allayed doubt as shot after shot holds true, and trying to tamp down the giddiness of a job well done as you line up the next shot. Her sights need to be drifted slightly, and she still needs a little work on the magazine, but the hard part is over.
Happiness was seeing my cheaply acquired 50 year old AK on target with iron sights, even with a center bullseye, at 100 yards after I finally got that front sight adjusted correctly. Confidence was knowing that I did this myself with no help from computers, optics, or politicians.
Similar here- the pleasure of shooting the M1 Garand (manufactured in December 1944) I saved from being turned into the police by a work colleague at the behest of his wife. (probably the best $150 I’ve ever spent).
Nice work on saving a piece of history! $150 very, very well spent!
I saved it from being turned into the police by a work colleague at the behest of his wife.
Did you ask him if he was turning his balls into the police also? Probably not…I would have bit my tongue also if I was getting a Garand for $150 bucks.
Reactive targets. Whether watermelons or steel plates, it gives me infinitely more enjoyment than shooting paper.
Watching my kids grow in knowledge and skill with firearms.
+1…and seeing the country moving in a direction where they will have greater freedom, where the government will have more respect for their civil liberties under the second amendment than I did.
Happiness is a cool October Sunday morning with friends at the WMA while we practice with the deer guns for the November hunt. A thermos full of hot coffee and a bag full of shells just begging to be fired.
This is the first year my father will be joining us and I cannot wait. The last couple of summers have been mild and this is shaping up to be a wet year so prospects are looking up for November.
Besides having an awesome force multiplier to protect with…. First and foremost, the People (of the Gun) … Second to that is the manual of arms (using a particular gun well) and the discipline required to master that.
Happiness is finally being able to shoot my FNX .45 with no earplugs.
Happiness is not having enough ammo cans to hold your ammunition.
The closest I have come to a state of Zen perfection is at a shooting range.
Shooting with my kids or friends.
My group of buddies and me shooting it up. Gun mags in the latrine.. Watching my daughter shoot.
Walking to my target and seeing 7.62×51 holes and comparing them mentally to 5.56 sized holes.
I just like guns, it’s my ‘golf’. I think about them, read about them, learn about them, tell others about them…
Taking an “anti” shooting for the very first time, and watching the inevitable shirt-eating grin spread over their face as they realize, “Yes, this IS cool! I can do this! And, remarkably, none of the guns jumped off the table and began indiscriminately killing people.And nobody was overcome with mindless rage and turned their weapons on one another and started shooting.”
And I think to myself, “Got another one!”
Happiness is a CMP Garand and flying en blocs, I used to say happiness is a warm shotgun but oh how wrong I was.
I have to agree with a lot of the others above, I enjoy taking a non gun person to the range and seeing that monster grin after they shoot some .22lr almost as much as I do actually shooting.
Finding a 30 lb box on your doorstep with the letters ORM-D on the side.
Oh, hell yeah!
Having a paused deer broadside in my scope…
The split second I press the trigger of my Savage, and a split-second later when I see the prey drop…
…A hot, 29 year old blonde, who shoots in 3 gun and is proficient with a shottie, boltie and handgun – oh and is exclusively monogamous with me of course (what are the chances of that? I’m willing to be flexible on the age requirement) 🙂
Getting to the outdoor range and……..there’s no one else around.
Having my bills paid-oh wait this is gun related. Nothing specific-I just like guns…
Hearing the steel target ring.
Turning a clay target into powder is fun, too.
Happiness is seeing the last shot of a five shot group, staying in the group, and not spoiling a sub 1/2″ group by landing 3/4″ out from center mass of the first four holes!
Spending the afternoon with the wife honing our skills
Hanging out with good friends, swapping guns and stories
The smell of Hoppe’s No. 9
Readying and stowing the HD firearms, knowing you and yours are protected.
A GLOCK, a block, a clock, and a dopple bock
When democrats lose.
Sitting in a “gun free” zone knowing you have the tools to stop a bad guy.
TANNERITE!
Seeing a back stop when everyone else just see’s a pile of dirt.
Happiness is the sound of flipping the safety off and working the action. It’s auditory sex for me.
Happiness is acquiring a rifle or shotgun, at a good price, and finding out, after wiping the dust off the firearm, that is has a beautifully figured walnut stock.
Really, practically anything associated with enjoying guns, but I’ll narrow it down to three:
1. Shooting really hot rounds out of my Desert Eagles.
2. Shooting my 1943 M1 Garand.
3. And saving the best for last . . . having a wonderful wife who loves guns as much as i do.
Metallic objects…
I like machines and machinery and guns fall into that category. I like seeing how something is made, and the craftsmanship that goes into a gun. It’s also why I love old cars, tractors and engines.
Range trips are fun because you can work on skills, attempt to improve your shooting abilities or just plink for an afternoon. Shooting is relaxing to me and depending on what skills you work on it can be both a mental and physical challenge. It sure beats sitting on your ass in front of a computer crying about “evil gun owners” and whatever cause du jour an anti wants to #hashtag about but take absolutely no real action on.
I love the smell of cordite in the morning… it smells like… victory.
Finding amazing deals on all the things mentioned above. I get giddy when I find amazing prices on things that price gougers have been trying to rip me off on for the past two years.
Pushing a clip into an M1 Garand and the bolt slamming forward upon release.
Amen. Just took my latest Garand acquisition to the range today. Made in 1943 and still shoots circles around every other gun I own. And how about that beautiful sound when the empty clip springs out?
Pure, bliss.
An M-240G with a slightly red barrel and a large pile of brass and linkages next to me.
Holes inside the 10 ring on an F class target at 1000yds.
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